Yet another mortuary tale (apologies people, it's all I know).........
I love horror films and particularly those gory blood-drenched ones, so when I started working at the mortuary, I wasn't sure how I'd take seeing blood for real.

After a while I realised that some days are really clean, as if there isn't a whiff of a post mortem in the air. But other days, oh those other days, where you can't move for dead people, the stench of copper filling your nostrils, the floor covered in claret, the walls spattered with meat, nay the entire room looking like the tail-end of a vampire massacre - they can get quite messy.

Yes, those are the days when the most fun can be had.........

The favourite to date is when we waited for the delicate and sensitive "Adrian Mole clone" pathologist to disappear out of the room dictating a case, and then secretly finger-wrote "murder" on the wall by his table in blood. The way the blood started to drip after a minute or so down the wall was fantastic, but for utterly maniacal humour you sure couldn't beat the look of pure horror on his face, when he re-entered the room........in the middle of dictating, of course.

He still hasn't forgiven us so we tried to make him laugh the other day by wheeling a colleague into a post mortem, sitting in an abandoned wheelchair (aren't hospital rubbish areas great?) doing Davros impressions. He seems to like us again now.

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(HappyBoofy, Thu 7 Aug 2008, 16:11, Reply)